CHAPTER IX

OFF TO WATERS BLUE


"Oh, Jack! Aren't you just wild to go?"

"I don't know, Cora. Anything for a change, I suppose," was the
listless answer. "I'd go anywhere--do anything--just to get one good
night's sleep again."

"You poor boy! Didn't you rest well?"

"A little better than usual, but I'm so dead tired when I wake up--I
don't seem to have closed my eyes."

Jack's nervous trouble had taken the turn of insomnia---that bugbear
of physician and patient alike--and while the others had their night
hours filled with dreams, or half-dreams, of pleasant anticipation,
poor Jack tumbled and tossed restlessly.

"I'm sure you will be much better when we get to San Juan," affirmed
Cora. "The sea voyage will do you good, and then down there it will
be such a change for you."

"I suppose it will," assented her brother. "But just now I don't
feel energetic enough even to head a rescue party for Senor
Ralcanto."